Was It Me?

A few days ago, I was at the beach, and I saw him standing there. He looked familiar, but I wasn't sure if it was really him, because he looked different, and changed. He however was, oblivious of the fact that his presence, made any difference – he didn't care. He looked lost, containing a void, devoid of hope, where he hid himself. There was something strange, he wasn't himself anymore. The last time anybody saw him, was a good two-and-a-half years ago. He looked disheartened, for whatever the reason it was. The last time, I remember, he was the happiest person he could be.

His starry eyes, gazed into the sunset, as he skipped stones, across the waves of the sea. I turned away, I had to go – one of my friends called out for me.

I don’t usually, have a tough time remembering people. But, him? He did remind me of somebody. I wonder, who it could be. I couldn't place his name in my head. I kept thinking, I pondered before I slept, as I took this strange, vague thought to my bed. Then suddenly, I wondered if it was just a ‘him’, I saw at sea. I believe in signs, and from my abridged, transformed past, maybe this was one of them. But yeah, it could have been him standing there, or maybe….. Was it me? 

There He Hung

"Are you okay?" She asked him, as the clouds burst, bringing light drizzle to the dry hungry grounds. "I'm okay, now" he said, "It's raining now, it'll be fine." He loved the rains. They seemed to be the answer to each and every one of his problems. They gave him, sanity, and clarity. He looked up to the sky, as the soft droplets fell on his face, and trickled off to the ground, wiping away, all the tension his head, held.

He usually never lied. Both of them knew, that he wasn't going to be okay. Could there be something more crucial than his usual melancholy, which made him lie?
Apparently so.

She had told him just five minutes ago, that she liked somebody. Unfortunately his best friend liked her. His best friend, was one in a million when it came to love. Not the blessed one in a million, but one of the ill-fated in a million. He had been through a lot. He was perhaps, already broken. But isn’t everyone, in their own way?

Love's a relative term, you know? Few people fall in love with love, then there's the rest, who say love hurts.
Quoting The Lumineers from their song 'Stubborn Love', I'd say, "It's better to feel pain, than nothing at all."

He told his best friend everything. Obviously though, he couldn't tell him that she loved somebody else, that would just kill him on the inside. Perhaps he was already dead from within.

Whatever it was, he had to make sure his friend was alright.
Weeks had gone by, but they hadn't met. He decided to meet him at his little rented place, give him a surprise visit, and make up for all the fun they missed.

When he reached his place, he found the elevator under maintenance. He paced up thirteen floors, as he smiled thinking of finally meeting him. He reached his floor and bent down, panting, before he walked towards his house. Strangely, he found the door to be open. He opened the door, completely, and walked inside, and saw to his dismay - drowned in disbelief.

There he hung - his best friend, from the ceiling fan, dead.

Dead, in, and out - with the words "sorry for the love" written on his wall.

When All Is Lost...

When you lose everything that you cared about, you feel worthless. You would feel unworthy of any of the world’s happiness – feeling lost, and alone. You desperately look for an opportunity to grab upon – an incident in your near future which would help you bounce back! Finn, was such a teenager hanging onto the last thread of hope.

Being a popular high-school teenager, Finn was adored by all. All his friends loved him, and felt lucky to have him around. Despite the fame, he was not one of those snobbish and rude people, who had nothing in them but criticism. However on one tragic day, he happened to lose his father in a car accident. The one whom Finn loved most, was now gone. His world had turned upside down. He was turning into an epitome of depression. One by one, all his friends left him; who would want to be around such a person? This didn't help him in any way. He needed people around, to be there for him. His void of sadness continued to grow till he was devoid of all happiness. His grades began to fall, accelerating faster than Earth’s acceleration due to gravity. Things that he enjoyed, became a burden for him. He used to sit in class carrying the world on his head. The only thing that still gave him hope was his school’s Annual Sports Day. He was a brilliant athlete, with legs stronger than a horse's and unimaginable stamina.

His mother being concerned about his behavioural changes, supported and encouraged him as he trained early mornings. With only one goal which seemed accomplishable, remaining in his life, he gave it his all. What he didn't realise was that, he was beginning to become an image of inspiration for all his fellow classmates, who too, felt lost.

The day of the race finally arrived! The first race was to be a relay. In his team he was going to be the fourth and last, to run four-hundred meters. As he walked to his mark, he was taunted by other team members. He ignored their snide remarks and stretched just before the race began. The race began with the sound of a gunshot from an air gun, and the teams were off to a great start. Finn's team was sadly lagging third, until he was handed the baton. With only the finish line in front of his eyes, he took off in a flash and ran like the wind. He ran as though his life depended on this race. He was running to prove a point to himself, that he was indeed worth it. Worth of all the happiness he once had, and worth of a victory. As these thoughts came to his mind, he crossed the finish line ending up first.

That day was his best, ever. He ended up coming first in all his races. He had never been happier. He looked up to the sky as though he acknowledged his father’s presence. Finn now knew, that come what may, hanging onto the last thread of hope was more important than anything, because they say – it’s always darkest before the dawn.

Nothing Is Impossible

This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to an actual person living/dead is a mere coincidence.

The word impossible itself spells – “I’m possible”. There is nothing impossible in the world, everything is possible. Especially if your efforts lie on the basis of belief, determination and self-confidence.
“I Naresh Sarwan narrate this story of how this world is full of limitless possibilities with the help of my writer. It was five years ago, when I was eighteen that suffering dawned upon me. I was on my motorbike, driving along the Worli-Sea-Face, when a car on the road perpendicular to mine broke the signal and ran into my bike. I was fortunate enough to have worn my helmet. However, that wasn’t enough. The accident was still brutal. I went right into the wall which divided the road from the sea.
The next thing I remember is waking up at the Lilavati Hospital seeing myself without arms. Horrified with the sight, I broke into tears. The doctors tried to explain to me, what had happened. Due to a few casualties, fatal ones, the only way to save me was by having my arms amputated. I lived one year in complete distress, lost hope and cursed myself, blaming myself for the accident. It was my elder sister who re-instilled confidence in me. The next four years, until now, I have devoted my time trying to paint using my mouth to hold brushes. It took nearly three years to perfect it. Despite my ‘disability’ as some would call it, the best year in my life was one after the accident, the previous year. My paintings have sold very well in the ‘Mouth and Foot Painting Artists’ exhibitions. I have learnt how to live life again. This NGO has open doors in my life, which my ‘normal’ life wouldn't have. ‘Mouth and Foot Painting Artists’ is a fabulous non-governmental organisation, giving opportunities to countless people like me.

I have learnt to look at the positive side of things. The accident in my life, wasn't just any kind of a mishap. It would change my life for ever, which I didn't think of till a year after the accident. This change, lit paths for me which I thought were inaccessible and taught me how important life is. It taught me how to pick myself up and dust my past away, and more importantly, it taught me how to live.

Taken.

Adi was just another normal fourteen year old who lived his life to the fullest. He had a popular image in school because of his 'cool' nature and enjoyed all kinds of sports. Not only that but he also had topped his class many times.
All teenagers of the twenty-first century have cellphones, and Adi was no exception. Adi was a completely normal fourteen year old. WAS.
It was during his Diwali vacations when a tragic incident took place. He was a victim of one of the lucky draw calls. Yes, those worthless scams. He got a call from someone claiming to be from PepsiCo. It was 15:37 when he received the call. He heard the word 'lucky draw' and without any hesitation he immediately disconnected. A few minutes later at 15:42 a call from that number came again. He kept getting calls, repeatedly. He did the right thing by ignoring them. He saved the number as "spam" - a perfectly fitting name, indeed. However, at 15:49, perhaps for the hundredth time the call came in again. He picked it up and played along with the tricks of the supposed PepsiCo employees and in turn humiliated them. The call lasted for twenty-three seconds. He made sure that they wouldn't call back. Such behaviour was not right but it was definitely just. Adi had seen a lot of crime shows and knew that fifteen seconds was enough for a call to be traced to the exact location keeping in mind you have all the right equipment. He thought of it, however the only thing he lacked was such advanced equipment. He let it be; didn't stress his mind further. It was 16:07 when he decided to sit down for a couple of snacks. A stack of Pringles and a can of Coke. He sat down on his bed relaxing as he sipped his drink, stuffing his mouth with the potato-chips. He got up and threw away the empty stack of Pringles and the empty can of Coke and then jumped onto his bed to take a short nap. He was sleeping peacefully until he was disturbed by the continuous ringing of the bell.
It was 17:13 then. He was scared. Why would anyone go berserk ringing the doorbell. "Perhaps it's one of the building brats", said a voice in his head. He hesitantly walked towards the door and opened it. He saw a bearded man, quite muscular. He had a brief eye contact with him. He slammed the door and ran into his room. But the man held the door open and barged into his house with a couple of men who looked as gruff as him. Adi hid himself in the closet of his room. He knew it was pointless and he knew they would eventually get him. A few minutes to himself would do no harm, would it?
The men found him dragged him out, out of his closet. Adi tried to revolt but those men were too tough for him. He let it be. There was nothing he could do but scream. That made no difference either because all the houses on that floor belonged to Adi's father. There was no help for him. His room was in a mess. The chloroform made him dizzy. They got him down the elevator and through the lobby of the building into their van. They zoomed away before anyone could see anything. The watchmen down below were no where to be seen. Within no time, all of a sudden Adi was gone. He was taken. The so called PepsiCo employees avenged their humiliation they received with Adi playing along with their tactics. After that day, Adi was never seen again.

That ONE Night

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It was a stormy night. It had been raining for seven hours. With two hours to go for Valentine's Day, the heartbroken man walked out of the gates of his building, looking for a taxi. With no umbrella over his head and no windcheater covering his body the man had already been soaked to his skin. His teary eyes stared at the ground, while his hand - raised, calling for a taxi. 

After half an hour of waiting, the man finally got a cab. Thirty minutes of waiting was no big thing for him. He had waited a whole year for another memorable Valentine's Day until his date called him and cancelled their plans. For the past five years he had made every Valentine's Day special for that girl. As these thoughts filled his mind, he realized that he had been ignoring the driver's question. "Where would you like to go, Sir?" It was perhaps the fifth time he had asked the man. "Callahan Bridge. Take me there, take your time." That depressed soul ended his sentence with a smile that lasted for less than a second. Throughout the drive to the bridge, the man kept thinking about what had happened. The taxi driver - John and the man started to talk. John had seen tears trickling down the man's face as he adjusted his rear-view mirror. John said to him, "Why are you sad, Sir? Don't like the rains, eh? A slow sad smile crept across the man's face as he looked into the eyes the only thing he could see of the concerned taxi driver. He replied with a sarcastic smile, "Love is a like a mysterious mirage, don't you agree? It traps you in its beautiful illusion but when you're on the brink of reaching it, the beauty of it just seems to disappear. " 

The man explained to John how he had been stood up at the last minute by his date on the eve of Valentine's Day. "Her name's Kylie", he said with a sigh. He described to John, how much he loved her. At one of the frequent halts at the red light, the man opened his wallet and showed John a picture of Kylie. As the man sat behind and looked into the rear-view mirror, he saw for some reason anger in John's eyes. The heavy rain reduced into a light drizzle. It was 11:50pm and they were at the Callahan Bridge. 

The man got out of the cab and walked towards the railing of the bridge, wanting to be engulfed in the dark waters of the sea which roared beneath the bridge. Before doing so, he removed his phone from the pocket of his trousers and realized he had an unread voice-message. He decided to check his voicemail. It was a message from Kylie! While all this was happening, John was sitting in the taxi with the windows rolled down, parked next to the man who stood besides the railing. He played the message on speaker phone. The voice said, "I'm sorry for what I've done, we need to meet tomorrow and forget our differences - Love Kylie." Sitting in the taxi silently waiting for his money, John had heard everything. 

John took out a gun kept in his glove-box, got out of the cab, and walked to the man. "Dear God, it's y-you James", said the man with shock all over his face after seeing John's face completely. John, loaded his gun and shot the man down. A white light flashed in his head. The memories which he adored and hated the most flashed before his eyes. During his last moments he realized that he was the reason why a man in love like him was left broken-hearted on the eve of Valentine's Day five years ago. Yes, Kylie and James were a couple five years ago, till 'the man' came into Kylie's life.